The Girl Behind the Blog

I want to thank you for all waiting so patiently for this post. I think the time has come for you to know more about me, and since my blogoversary is coming up I wanted to mix it up this week. I'm not talking about the standard ice breaker questions either. I'm going to be transparent with you.

There are a few reasons why I didn't share everything about myself to begin with. I didn't want people to read my blog because they felt sorry for me. I wanted genuine readers that read because they wanted to.

One thing I'm sure you are all wondering is why I go to so many doctor appointments. You will know after these posts. Since my story is detailed, I'm going to break it up in three posts so that I can explain it. After all, what good is my writing if my readers can't understand it?

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A Race Against Time Part 1

My mom was six months pregnant with twins. She went to work like any other day. She came home and fixed a supper of fried potatoes and hot dogs. Then, it happened--her water broke over the stove of all places. She called the doctor. They had to get to the hospital and quick. My Papa drove like a madman to Hospital A. The gynecologist looked at her and knew the hospital wasn't equipped to handle what was about to happen. The doctors phoned Hospital B and Hospital C in North Carolina to see if they had any lung machines available. They didn't. Hospital G Memorial came through.

Dr. Monty Lafatte came in the room. He examined her. She was having contractions and dilated 4 cm. They waited to see if the contractions would stop. They didn't, so the doctor asked Mama if she'd be willing to try something new. It was called the Lung Surfactant shot, and it was supposed to help make the lungs develop faster. They told her she would have to sign a consent form for them to be able to do it. She said, "OK, do it" because the pain was unbearable. The shot did help some, but it wasn't enough. They told her she was being prepped for an immediate C-section. She asked, "Can you leave her in?" They said they couldn't do it.

All she had for pain was an epidural. She said she was awake the entire time. After the C-Section, Mama got to see my brother and me for a short time. She said she didn't fully grasp how little we were. I was 2 lbs 3 oz and my brother was 2 lbs. 19 oz. She heard a faint cry from me, then they wheeled us to the NICU. Little did she know that we'd be staying there for three long months...

To be continued...

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Comments

The Blonde Duck said…
You're killing me. It's only ok when I do this to people. Not the other way around!
5:00 PM
tam7777 said…
Reading this after living it --it's like reliving the whole thing again. Imaging that. Don't think I want to do that. Very good post.
6:33 PM
The Blonde Duck said…
Let's move this along, please...
2:42 PM
Unknown said…
hi I am a young woman with cerebral palsy and I blog about my life with cerebral palsy
lifeofthedifferentlyabled.com
3:46 PM
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